When I Was A Little Girl....I knew from a very young age that holding your pee and then finally letting it out was amazing. Later I learned that peeing outside was liberating. I even learned the satisfaction of flooding my panties before I even hit pre-adolescents. I had no idea what I was doing was in any way 'sexual' I just knew it was fabulous and I wanted to do it as often as possible. I would find nay opportunity to pee someplace other than a toilet. This is not my very first experience but it jumps out in my mind:
Where I grew up we had woods beside our home. One day I was out exploring with Paul, my next-door neighbor, we were both about 8 or so. We had been out all morning and it was hot. We decided to head home for lunch and then meet back up for more 'exploring' Ig ot in the house and peed then headed to get my sandwich. I must have drank 3 glasses of tea at lunch! Once done I ran out the door to see if Paul was back yet. I had to wait a few min and was starting to get the urge to pee when he showed up. I was so excited to get back to playing I decided to hold it in. I enjoyed holding it anyway so it would be fun. After about an hour the urge really caught up with me. Paul finally asked me if I needed to pee. I told him I didn't but I am sure he knew better because he said. 'Oh, well I do...' and pulled out his penis and began to pee on a near by tree. Just hearing his liquid hit the ground made my bladder twinge and my little ***** tingle. Then it hit me. What if I peed in front of him? Would he care? Surely not, he just peed in front of me after all. I decided to muster up every bit of gal in me and do it. Of course I had peed outside many times before just not in front of a boy!! So as he was sipping up his zipper and we were getting read to head off I told him I had change my mind and I actually did need to pee pretty bad. I slowly undid my zipper and pulled my jeans to my ankles. I decided to face him even though he had faced away from me. I got a little nervous and I guess he could tell because he asked if I wanted him t not look. I nonchalantly told him I didn't care so he watched and waited. Having my jeans down made me have to pee all the more so I gave my ***** a squeeze then pulled down my pink panties, squatted over some grass and tugged my jeans out of the potential path of my torrent that was to come. Then it happened. The sweet relief! My pee was hissing as it came out of mu body and it made a soft splatter as it hit the grass. Paul was in awe. I imagine he had never seen a girl peeing before. When my stream ended I told him I felt so much better and was ready to play. As I pulled my panties and pants into place he couldn't take his eyes off of me. We each ended up peeing many more times together in those woods. Including a few holding contest and where we would watch each other suffer before relenting and peeing our great long streams in full view of each other. It was a few amazing summers before Paul moved away. I wonder what he is up to know?